Utt Da Zay (The Tailor's Song)

My mother used to sing to me,A haunting little melody;Nobody knows where it came from,Or where it was composed.

[Scatting]

"Utt da zay," sings the tailor,As he fashions pretty clothes;"Utt da zay," sings the tailor,As he sews, sews, sews.He's as busy as a bee,Making lovely finery,Things my baby loves to wearWhen I take her to the fair."Utt da zay," sings the tailor;
all it means is "That's the way."When I buy the things he made her,
says the tailor, "Utt da zay."

[Scatting]Oh, do you dig, dig, dig?Do you chop, chop, chop?Are you hep to this jive that I'm
laying to you?[Scatting]